'My Mother's Daughter'
The warmth that I felt the first day I took my breath,
Will it fade with each step that I took?
The day my mother had to decide between her life and death,
The date's permanently carved in my head, written with a pen in my book.
If the bird taught their chicks to fly,
Then why do we learn together on our own?
And when I get too excited to fly high,
I'll always come back even when the journey that I took was all alone.
I am my mother's daughter and became the mother of my brothers,
When they told me I was a bad mother,
Did they know I had to one to look up to as a figure?
I had to learn to be one even at that time I was just a year older.
The rage my mother has,the ego she had built within herself,
Was slowly burning in the pit of my throat,
But the flame started to dim by itself,
"I'm just my mother's daughter, I'm not her" which I keep telling myself to quote.
Not all women's should be mothers and not all women should be daughter,
It hurt me to see she grow from the mother she used to be,
She learnt from her mistake and the more she became wiser,
It pains me to imagine how younger me would react if she sees.
Every chat that we had,every secret that I told,
She thought it was everything that I knew in every stories that she heard,
But there's a small secrets I kept hidden in a chest which the key I hold,
And also some stories I kept it censored and blurred.
I swore to not be like my mother,
How I wish to be stable and mature when I became my own version of a mother,
Or was it because of my own mother?
The haunting thought that I will still end up to be like my mother.
tamat.
-2022
